Left in a torrential outpouring.
It was not literally raining.
It was an abstract kindling.
Leaving an uneasy steering.
Unfurling a static feeling.
Creating a sensation inundating.
Fostering a lusterless shimmering.
Oh! it was a situation annihilating.
A destitution was set in a fumbling.
A desperation settled in a quickening.
The forehead strained into a narrowing.
The eyes were profoundly welling.
The nose was quickly twitching.
The mouth was angrily snorting.
The cheeks were fiercely burning.
The scenario was one overturning.
The good lost their sensible thriving.
The bad gained a plausible living.
Initiating a contradictory resolving.
The world revolves in a fleecing.
The genuine go about in a silent enlivening.
The cheats get along with a merriment enhancing.
There is nothing else
truly amazing.
Meenas Poems 